Judith had as yet traced out no definite plan of action--trusting to
circumstances to suggest what course she should pursue.
Only on one thing had she come to a determination--to permit both to
pass up on the rock before showing herself.
She resolved, as long as possible, to restrain her instinct of revenge.
She would see them meet--be witness of their mutual endearments--be sure
of it; and then would be her time to launch forth into the full torrent
of recrimination.
Something of this kind was the course she had shaped out for herself--
still but vaguely, still dependent on chance.
The young Creole, little suspecting the proximity of her spiteful rival,
ascended the ravine--close passing the spot where the latter was
concealed. Altogether unconscious of being observed, she stepped
lightly upon the platform; and, crossing over, stopped near the opposite
edge--precisely upon the spot where she had stood during the eclipse,
hallowed by such sweet remembrance.
Undoing the slight knot that had confined the kerchief under her chin,
and holding it in both hands, so as to shade her eyes from the sun, she
stood for some time gazing into the valley below--not the one where lay
the mansion of her father, but that in which dwelt a relative still
dearer. As before, her eyes were bent upon the penn--that sombre pile
which, despite the dim shadows that surrounded it, seemed to her the
brightest spot upon the earth. The sun in the sky above was nothing in
brightness to the light that circled there--the light of Herbert's love.
What would she not have given to have lived in that light? What to
have been that favourite who now basked in it?
"Would that I could see him once again," she murmured, "before that hour
when we must meet no more: for then even the thought would be a crime!
If I could only see him once--only speak with him, I feel as if I should
tell him all. Though he cannot love me, I am sure he would pity me.
Even that, it seems to me, would soothe--it could not cure. Oh! why did
he, upon this very spot--why those glances I can never forget? I can
see them now--his eyes as they were then, gazing into mine, as if
something passed between us--something that sank into the very depths of
my soul. Oh! Herbert! why did you so regard me? But for that it might
have passed. But now--never! Ah, Herbert! Herbert!"
In her anguish the young Creole pronounced the last words aloud.
Only the name was heard by Judith Jessuron; but they fell upon her ear
with fearful effect, piercing through her heart like a poisoned arrow.
If she had any doubts about the purpose of Kate's presence, that word
had decided them. The Creole had now declared it with her own tongue!
On the instant a thought, dread and dire, commenced taking shape in the
heart of the jealous woman. She felt her bosom stirred to a purpose
bold and black as hell itself.
That purpose was nothing less than the destruction of her rival--the
death of Kate Vaughan!
The circumstances suggested the mode. The young Creole was standing
upon the escarpment of the cliff--scarce three feet from its edge. A
slight push from behind would project her into eternity!
Not much risk either in the committal of the crime. The bushes below
would conceal her body--at least, for a length of time; and, when found,
what would be the verdict? What could it be, but _felo-de-se_?
The circumstances would give colour to this surmise. Even her own
father might fancy it, as the consequence of his forcing her to be
wedded against her will. Besides, had she not stolen surreptitiously
from the house, taking advantage of an opportunity when no eye was upon
her?
Other circumstances equally favoured the chances of safety. No one
seemed to know that Kate had come up to the Jumbe Rock; and not a soul
could be aware that she, Judith, was there: for she had neither passed
nor met anyone by the way.
No eye was likely to be witness of the act. Even though the forms of
the actors might be descried from the valley below, it would be at too
great a distance for anyone to distinguish the character of the
proceeding. Besides, it was one chance in a thousand if any eye should
be accidentally turned towards the summit of the mountain. At that hour
the black labourers in the fields were too busy with their task to be
allowed the freedom of gazing idly upon the Jumbe Rock.
With a fearful rapidity coursed these thoughts through the mind of the
intending murderess--each adding fresh strength to her horrible purpose,
and causing it to culminate towards the point of execution.
Her jealousy had long since become a strong passion, to which she had
freely abandoned her soul. Already was it yearning for revenge; and now
that an opportunity seemed to offer for gratifying it, she could no
longer restrain herself. The chance was too tempting--the demoniac
desire became uncontrollable.
Casting a glance down the ravine to make sure that no one came that way,
and another towards Kate to see that her face was still turned away,
Judith stole softly out of the bushes and mounted upon the rock.
Silently, as treads the tigress approaching her prey, did she advance
across the platform towards the spot where stood her intended victim,
utterly unconscious of the dread danger that was so nigh.
Was there no voice to warn her?
There was--the voice of Smythje!
"Aw-haw, deaw Kate! that yaw up there on the wock! Aw, ba Jawve! what a
pwecious chase aw've had aftaw yaw! There isn't a bweath left in my
body! Haw! haw!"
Judith heard the voice, and, like a cheated tigress, was about to
retreat to her lair, when Kate, half facing about, compelled her to keep
her ground. With the suddenness of a thought she had changed her
terrific attitude, and, as the eyes of the Creole rested upon her, she
was standing with her arms hanging negligently downward, in the position
of one who had just stepped forward upon the spot.
Kate beheld her with surprise, not unmixed with alarm; for the wild look
that still lingered in the eye of the disappointed and balked murderess
could not escape observation.
Before either could say a word, the voice of Smythje was again heard
speaking from below.
"Deaw queetyaw, I am coming! Aw shall pwesently be up," continued he;
his voice, constantly changing its direction, proclaiming that he
continued to advance round the rock towards the ravine in the rear.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Vaughan," said the Jewess, with a sweeping
curtsey and a cynical glance towards Kate; "most emphatically I beg your
pardon. The second time I have intruded upon you in this delightful
place! I assure you my presence here is altogether an accident; and, to
prove that I have no desire to interfere, I shall bid you a very good
morning!"
So saying, the daughter of Jacob Jessuron turned towards the downward
path, and had disappeared from the platform before Kate could command
words to express either her astonishment or indignation.
"Ba Jaw-aw-ve!" gasped Smythje, breathless, on reaching the platform.
"Had yaw company up heaw? Shawly aw saw some one gawing out fwom the
wavine--a lady in a widing dwess!"
"Miss Jessuron has been here."
"Aw, Miss Jessuwon--that veway wemarkable queetyaw! Gawing to be mawied
to the--yaw cousin, 'tis repawted. Ba Jawve, she'll make the young
fellaw a fine wife, if she dawn't want too much of haw awn way. Haw!
haw! what do yaw think about it, deaw Kate?"
"I have no thoughts about it, Mr Smythje. Pray let us return home."
Smythje might have noticed, though without comprehending it, the
anguished tone in which these words were uttered.
"Aw, veway well. A'm weady to go back. But, deaw Kate, what a womp yaw
are, to be shawr! Yaw thought to pway me a twick, like the young bwide
in the `Misletaw Bough.' Haw! haw! veway amusing! Nevaw mind! Yaw are
not so unfawtunate as that fair queetyaw was. I saw yawr white scarf
amid the gween twees, and that guided me to yaw seqwet hiding-place.
Haw! haw!"
Little suspected Smythje how very near had been his affianced to a fate
as unfortunate as that of the bride of Lovel--as little as Kate that
Smythje had been her preserver.
Volume Three, Chapter XV.